11-31-03
Life is overrunning,
Overturning, Chaotic
Until I'm not sure
Anymore if this confusion
Is my will to live
Or die
I feel the tears pulling
At the corners of my eyelids
As I set aside the knife
And blot the crimson
i really like your style... and there's something very beautiful and dark about the word 'crimson' isn't there? nice work. -Skylar